Monday morning, got my boots on My checkbook me that my money is gone Got a little honey on me To her to town at the end of the week We'll a parking spot so we can reconnect As soon as I get my Friday
get a chilly cheese dog at the bowling lane I'm a-working on that perfect game Maybe a movie when my arm goes numb Wrap it around her the good part comes
I may like an old redneck But I'm a high with a Friday paycheck
Everybody knows I like to a good time I just gotta stay above poverty line on the table, roof over head Leave to my young ones When I wind up
You never know what life throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my paycheck
Wish I could tell the foreman when I'm the gun Take job and shove it son I keep it to 'cause I gotta get paid And dance my baby at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the when they're doing sound check Why you give me some cash with my p-p-paycheck?
Everybody knows I like to have a time I just gotta stay that poverty line Food on the table, roof over something to my young ones When I up dead
You know what life will throw at you next I'm counting the days till my Friday paycheck
Five, four, three, two, one
You never know what life will throw at you I'm counting down the days till my paycheck
I gotta get my on that Friday paycheck
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Ooh, gotta get that paycheck I've been waiting on whistle on the whistle all day long Friday paycheck, paycheck
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